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Hope Goblin
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Poetry, progressive politics, PNW. Occasional pups.
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Hurry, by Marie Howe
Text of poem: We stop at the dry cleaners and the grocery store and the gas station and the green market and Hurry up honey, I say, hurry, as she runs along two or three steps behind me her blue jacket unzipped and her socks rolled down. Where do I want her to hurry to? To her grave? To mine? Where one day she might stand all grown? Today, when all the errands are finally done, I say to her, Honey I'm sorry I keep saying Hurry— you walk ahead of me. You be the mother. And, Hurry up, she says, over her shoulder, looking back at me, laughing. Hurry up now darling, she says, hurry, hurry, taking the house keys from my hands.
January 5, 2025 at 6:58 PM
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At least one of us is coping well with existential dread of 2025.
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December 30, 2024 at 4:56 PM
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Legacies By Nikki Giovanni her grandmother called her from the playground “yes, ma’am” “i want chu to learn how to make rolls” said the old woman proudly but the little girl didn’t want to learn how because she knew even if she couldn’t say it that that would mean when the old one died she would be less dependent on her spirit so she said “i don’t want to know how to make no rolls” with her lips poked out and the old woman wiped her hands on her apron saying “lord these children” and neither of them ever said what they meant and i guess nobody ever does
December 10, 2024 at 4:21 PM
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White text on blue background reads: Trauma in a person, decontextualized over time, looks like personality. Trauma in a family, decontextualized over time, looks like family traits. Trauma in a people, decontextualized over time, looks like culture. Quote is attributed to Resmaa Menakem
December 10, 2024 at 12:54 AM
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Things My Daughter Lost in Hospitals Tony L. Wilkes One million twenty-seven strands of hair. A smooth scalp. Several inches of frontal bone. A Tiffany bracelet. Thirty-nine liters of urine. The call button. Her patience. Pear-shaped Gallbladder. Her husband's patience. Eight pints of blood. Numerous stainless-steel staples. Her job. One decaliter of cerebral spinal fluid. Two blue and white hospital gowns. Her pink sweater. The ability to have more children. Twenty-two pieces of Big Red chewing gum. Forty-one days of consciousness. Names of night nurses. Names of day nurses. Six Actiq lollypops. Seven neurosurgeons. Two hundred eighteen sutures. Her daughter's sixth birthday. The desire for sex. Three yellow bedpans. Her blood-brain barrier. Five years.
November 26, 2024 at 3:48 PM
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Peace in the midst of allathis.
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November 23, 2024 at 5:37 PM
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www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/49622/...
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November 21, 2024 at 6:07 PM
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What the Silence Said, Marie Howe Do you still believe in borders now? Birds soar over your maps and walls, and always have. You might have watched how the smoke from your own fires travelled on wind you couldn’t see wafting over the valley and up and over the hills and over the next valley and the next hill. Did you not hear the animals howl and sing? Or hear the silence of the animals no longer singing? Now you know what it is to be afraid. You think this is a dream? It is not a dream. You think this is a theoretical question? What do you love more than what you imagine is your singular life? The water grows clearer. The swans settle and float there. Are you willing to take your place in the forest again? to become loam and bark to be a leaf falling. from a great height. to be the worm who eats the leaf and the bird who eats the worm? Look at the sky: are you willing to be the sky again? You think this lesson is too hard for you You want the time-out to end. You want to go to the movies as before, to sit and eat with your friends. It can end now, but not in the way you imagine You know the mind that has been talking to you for so long—the mind that can explain everything? Don’t listen. You were once a citizen of a country called I Don’t Know. Remember the burning boat that brought you there? Climb in.
November 13, 2024 at 6:33 PM